Being up at 3 AM

A poem

Being up at 3 AM.
Crying myself to sleep.
Not knowing what to keep
Or what to throw away.

Summer should be a good thing.
I find it dark and dim.
Missing those at Rim.
And others along the way.

Feeling worthless.
But wishing he had stayed.
Instead of going away.
I miss the times he said he loved me.

What is pain to you?
When the glass cuts through your heart.
You know you have to start,
A healing process will begin.
Unless it happens again.

Then I start again.
Crying in a corner.
Unable to sleep at 3 AM.

Reviews

[zainul]

Very interesting write.
I am specially glad to note the coincidence of 3 AM in my case too.
However,my perspective is different from yours.
I had a sleep for a couple of hours to awake at 3 AM for taking food for tomorrow.
I will go to sleep again after taking the food we call Sahri.
I love the way you expressed your feelings in such lovely poetic pattern.
Congratulate you,creative writer!

[Coyote Poetry]

A powerful and sad poem. It seem memory kicked in at 3 am for the most of us. I like the flow of the story in the poem and how you used the time. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Ian Gilmour]

As people do, we use time as a strict measurement, it is either 3 am or it is not 3 am for example. By confining emotions which belong only to our own minds with a certain time you bridge a nice paradox. I like the rhyme scheme a lot, it really works here and the full circle of beginning and ending the poem at 3 am is especially interesting. To me it suggests that time, though we can no longer live without it, means nothing within the context of our emotions. "What is pain to you?" That's a damn good question, and one we can all identify with if only we have the courage ask ourselves as you have so bravely done.

[Gabby Gellerman]

Reminds me of the story I wrote

[Cory Barrett]

I feel like you need sunshine and smiles by the boatloads sent your way.